Mama Masak Apa Novels & Stories

and they both stood up and went to perform ablution for prayer Immediately they both finished praying they came out of there rooms. "Umma what's for dinner?" Tehzeeb asked her mother "I don't know what to cook. Anything you decide is okay" Umma answered "Okay. Let's me just cook cuscus and veggies" "It's okay. Bring the pepper and onion let me help you with that" "Leave everything to me I will do it. Just sit down and let's gist" "I don't have any gist, unless you will gist me" Umma said while Tehzeeb entered the kitchen to make the fire before she comes back to seat with her mother.

I answered with a sigh as I drove out of the garage. ————OSS And Cafe, 11:20am We found a place to get a nice breakfast very close to where we stayed, OSS and Cafe. Mother ordered Nasi Lamak for us saying it was tasty, it was rice and leaf, with cucumbers and chicken and some weird beans and stew. " You won't regret it, it's nice really" Mother said as we were served.

Aleena looked at the still panicking Mummy. "Ehem! Ah, nothing's wrong! Did you just wake up, dear?" Eve knew she had blurted out, because of her worry. Eve tried to distract herself. "Yes, Mummy! Just now! I have to go to school, Mummy!" Aleena said happily. "But I want to take a bath first, can Mummy make me something? I'm hungry! Maybe fried rice? I miss Aunty Narti's fried rice! Nasi goreng..in-indonesia! Yeah, that's it!" said Aleena, stammering a little.

My stomach growled instantly. I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother moving around like magic, stirring a pot, chopping vegetables, flipping something in a pan. “What are you making?” I asked, sliding onto the small counter stool. “Your favorite,” she said with a grin. “Jollof rice with fried plantains and some grilled chicken. Comfort food for my baby girl.” My heart warmed. “Mom, you didn’t have to go all out.” “Of course I did,” she said, waving me off. “What good is a mother if she can’t feed her child when she’s hurting?”

Their parents are best friends and business partners. "Maamita," Mehr called standing next to her mother in the kitchen. "Yauwa baby, you're making the stew. Call Nadiya (house help) to chop the vegetables for salad." Maa ordered washing the parboiled rice in the sink. Mehr did as she was asked to then came back and start the stew.

Every day I eat food with a different menu, I never get bored of eating the food made by mom. "What are you making, Mom?" I asked, getting up from my seat and approaching. "I'm making cromboloni, you can try it later." Mama put the dough that had been shaped in this way into the oven and closed it. Now she and I are sitting again at the dining table. I enjoyed the remaining pears while mom prepared something I didn't know what it was either. Something pink and white mixed with cream was put into a plastic cone. Mama continued making the food and I watched her. While I was sitting quietly, suddenly my smartphone rang. I saw Matilda's name there.

“I’ll help set the table—” “No, no,” Mama cut me off, waving a hand. “You just sit. Luna and I got this. You’ve had a long trip.” I didn’t argue. I pulled out a chair and sat, watching them move around the kitchen. Luna set the plates, glasses and utensils while Mom placed a steaming bowl of pork sinigang on the table, along with a plate of crispy fried liempo. Dad came in with a bowl of freshly made kinilaw—my favorite—and set it in front of me.

she said suddenly, “what are some of her favorite dishes? I’ll make something nice for her when we visit next time.” I opened my mouth to answer, but a soft, familiar voice spoke up instead. “Pickled mackerel,” Mother said softly. “And maybe spicy bean stew… if you don’t mind the smell.” I blinked in surprise and turned to her. “Mom? You’re awake?” She gave a small smile and slowly sat up. “I’ve been awake for a while. Just didn’t want to interrupt.” Mrs. Rothem chuckled, pleasantly surprised. “Pickled mackerel and spicy bean stew, hmm? That sounds delicious.”

She could pass as an elder sister to me. "Hi mom, what are you making?" I asked, strolling towards her. "I am making spaghetti carbonara," she simply replied and turned to her pan. My eyes twinkled and I looked over her shoulders to see her stirring the delicacy she just made. I was thinking she just started not knowing she was done with it. "That's something new, I am so going to love this. Too bad Zain is not at home, " I stated sadly. My mom's gaze softened at my words and she came near me and gently put her hands on my cheeks,

“You're always welcome Mom. Thanks for not leaving as Dad did. T-Thank you for everything...” She’s the best Mom in the world. For many years, she’s been a father and mother to us. She always shows that she loves us. Mom doesn’t get tired of taking care of us even though Nadya and I are not kids anymore. “Let’s stop this drama! I need to cook now so that when your sister arrives, everything is ready.” “I’ll help you, mom. What are you going to cook for dinner?” “Adobo.” “Oh,” I love adobo.